The forest stands tall and lush here; ancient trees reach weather-twisted arms to the sky, fighting monster-like storm clouds back with their interlacing fingers. Shadow seems to lurk everywhere you look, but it spills calmly, coolly, inspiring a sense of stealthy calm or protection rather than unease. That is, if you've forgotten what kind of creature might be stalking just out of sight...Abendrot is a land cradled by the dark woods on all sides; in the center, some of the larger trees stay behind to reveal a small plateau - a citadel where this pack can gather and defend itself from invaders. There are, of course, softer sides to the land. Clearings here and there allow the sun to throw down its rays in incongruously resplendent gold showers. Ignore the lingering scents of blood spattered here and there along the borders: those do not concern you. The river on one edge of the territory is playful enough when it hasn't been gorged by violent rain. You can choose to note the ragged claw marks raked down tree trunks and the forest floor as friendly "Home Sweet Home" signs, if you wish.
All who treasure loyalty, order, victory, and the occasional indulgence of raw visceral pleasure are welcome, once they've been approved by the ever-watchful eyes of Abendrot's Alpha. But keep one thing in mind: no matter what your motive, this is not a fool's Paradise. This is the land of soldiers, assassins, and spies. This is ABENDROT.
Make up your mind quickly and prepare to prove your worth. You wouldn't want to add to those blood spatters, would you...?
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Posted on July 14, 2012 at 01:02:20 AM by KERSHOV
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Kershov watched Arsinoe from afar, idly observing the way she greeted the heavily pregnant outsider before leading the mother-to-be over Abendrot’s fence. A light of approval flickered in the ivory warrior’s otherwise lightless lanterns. He’d just returned from accepting another recruit, and quite honestly, the cold King felt rather worn out. Hours of running, days of worrying, and enough nightmares to drive one mad had stretched Kershov’s energy into a thin, frayed wire, barely holding his bones together. His supply of frosty charm had run dangerous low—and he relied on that to coax new wolves into his band. Otherwise, the terrifying demon surely would have scared every other creature away with no more than a dark look, or enslaved them all on the spot. Prisoners were fun and all . . . but nothing compared to the loyalty of a willing recruit. Prisoners easily turned into deserters. A dry chuckle rasped like a winter breeze from Kershov’s throat. This black-and-white femme looked ready to drop her litter any second. The possibility of her deserting Abendrot seemed pathetically slim. Especially if Arsinoe were looking after her. Luckily, the pregnant fae was entering of her own will; her children would automatically be considered true Abendrot members—just one of the many perks involved with living in Kershov’s army. With a deep sigh, the ivory Emperor decided to swallow his weariness and at least learn this strange lady’s name. Then he could be on his way . . . and rest . . . He kept his ghostly pale form cleverly concealed in the forest as the ebony-splashed dame killed a squirrel. Had the woman’s eyes been looking at just the right spot, she might have seen the shocking white monster lurking beneath a canopy of shadows, his deep black windows watching her every move. When the female had dragged her meal back to her new den, Kershov stepped forward. His kingly banner flew high above his spine, but his head was held in a neutral, mostly non-threatening position. “Good evening, Madame. So sorry I couldn’t meet you earlier . . . may I ask your title, and your purpose in my lands?” | |
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- Make It Look Like An Accident - By M A E July 23, 2012 at 04:19:35 PM